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3232My Family. We Ride.https://wildmae.com/2018/07/20/blog-post-2/
https://wildmae.com/2018/07/20/blog-post-2/#respondFri, 20 Jul 2018 13:41:57 +0000http://www.wildmae.com/?p=296My family. We ride. I was in my late 40’s before I learned to ride. Life is about choices, freedom, taking the bull by the horns. I wanted to give my kids the choice to ride. To know the thrill, what it feels like. I wanted them to learn young, to ride with me, as a family. None of us have passenger seats, we ride alone, independent. When we ride as a family, I wonder what they are thinking, feeling. You don’t have to ride, or even like motorcycles. Be an influencer, encourage your family, kids, to do something they might never do, or to not wait later in life to do. Let them experience something great for the first time, with you. Create memories that will last a lifetime. Give them choices, feel freedom, the wind. Teach them to respect the thrills that life brings.
]]>https://wildmae.com/2018/07/20/blog-post-2/feed/0A Little More About Me… And My Brotherhttps://wildmae.com/2018/07/03/a-little-more-about-me-and-my-brother/
https://wildmae.com/2018/07/03/a-little-more-about-me-and-my-brother/#respondTue, 03 Jul 2018 13:39:59 +0000http://www.wildmae.com/?p=294I do not see myself as a risk taker. Really, I play it safe, I follow the rules – for the most part – except when driving, then I tend to speed a little. But, when I lost my brother in 2009, it rocked my world. He was on a motorcycle. It wasn’t his fault. He LOVED motorcycles. I wondered what was going through his mind that day, before the accident. It was in October, it was sunny, it was early afternoon, it was crisp, it was beautiful, a most glorious day. Afterwards, I wanted to be close to him. To see if he would speak to me, let me know his presence somehow. So, I took a motorcycle course, learned to ride. Bought a Harley, a big, heavy Harley. I dropped her 11 times before I figured out how to keep her upright. I was scared, I was petrified, I was certifiable. I told myself, I wasn’t the first woman to learn to ride a motorcycle. I could do this. I would do this. I did it! I see what he was feeling that day, why he chose to ride. God knows our number of steps, he knows what we are going to do before we do it. I believe this was the path for me at the time. I don’t ride much, but when I do, I smile. I feel the wind, I see the sky, the open road, I most certainly feel my brothers presence.
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